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Why did you came? Why did you run into my arms? Why did you say goodbye?

And in these moments, I finally realize that it's way easier to read than to write. A bit less self-satisfactory, but...we are lazy bitches!

Again, doubting. Should I call you or should I let you slip?

Sipping a cup of coffee, I can't think anything but you. Tripping on acid, I can't stop seeing your face. Smoking a bit of weed, I still see your pics. I finally got a reason to quit drugs

You once told me we could fly to somewhere better if I asked to. This is the moment I would like to flee away, but, I really need to do it on my own.

"Where did I lost you?" you asked me one rainy day. Well, baby, you never had me at all.

In this moment, while trying to sleep, all I can think of is you. Then again, as I realize there will never be a "us or a we" I just wish we hadn't met.

I'm afraid to ghosts at grandma's kitchen. Just in that small room. My rational mind thinks I'm insane, but my legs are stronger and run away.

Stonger? Faster? Bullshit! Just fancy, shiny shoes.

You know that sensation of freezing feet? You know you may do something to warm it up, but..the screen seems way too interesting.

"No sex? No drugs? Just leaving the rock & roll? You are gonna get old, girl" "You suggesting I should fuck with anybody?" "Heck no! I just...why drugs, love?"

A new page always brings the impression of a start, no past, no responsabilities, just plain future.

Oblivion, a word I should use for feelings.

Life is not gonna change if I stop eating meat. Life is not gonna change if you turn off the lights. Life is not gonna change if they pray 24/7. Life isn't changing, and it won't. World is changing, but masses are living in the same shit as back in the caves.

People never understand this simple statement: I hate people, but I may love persons. Why? Masses of people represent everything but themselves. Represent corporations, fashion, plastic civilization, ovine cattle. Persons, even if they are spoiled brats, are kind of unique.
Persons say who they are, even if it is not "social and moral acceptable" which I think it's cute. People are being the same, following the same, doing the same since ever. Persons are doing their own way: to destruction, to construction, to hope, to fear, to themselves. Deep reflections? No, just too much weed and whiskey.

Optimism...a word to describe a group of smiling assholes while doing nothing to change their current situation.